ok so here's the thing:
i used to make photographs. for a while, this was enough.
until it wasn’t.
my thoughts grew invisible, there was no longer something to point the camera at. i began to walk, slowly. i collected: there were objects, writings, then drawings. even what you might call, *gasp* installations. but always, there were books.
over the years, i learned artists needed to be around each other to make anything worthwhile. i found that the spaces for this collectivity to occur, are few and far between. my work became more immaterial, and soon i began to make space for other artists to come together: to make, think, play, exhibit, publish, perform.
i am shifting my practice to make room for others, i continue to ask myself what will be enough and i always, always make books.